We made it back to civilisation! After 17 days in the wilderness, WhatsApp messages were ringing through, the smooth asphalt beneath our wheels felt like silk and entering Puerto Gaitàn was like stepping into a party that never ends. Zoe and I triumphantly splashed around in the pool at Hotel Manacacias whilst Richie cleaned the…
The “Orinoco Expedition” was one of our biggest trips within the trip! We are currently writing an article about it for “Overland Journal” Magazine and can therefore not publish it here on our website. Please come back later, thanks! _DSC1681DSC1681_DSC1646DSC1646_DSC1818DSC1818_DSC2711DSC2711_DSC2554DSC2554_DSC2597-Enhanced-NR_DSC3183DSC3183Aerial ‘Rapid Windows’, Raudal de Ventanas, Rio Orinoco, VichadaDJI_0034Aerial, Rio Tomo meets the Orinoco by sunset,…
El Dorado airport, Bogotá- Arrivals. We stand outside the main doors of the terminal building, still clothed in the thick layers we slipped into 24 hours prior; 8’442 km away. It is Christmas Eve, and we are waiting for Andres, our trusted taxi driver to come and relieve us from the wobbling tower of suitcases…
You may have been to a festival or two growing up, a weekend where it’s OK to sleep on the ground, go without a shower and sit on a pretty stinky portaloo. Loud music is tolerated, expensive pricing is a given, broken plastic cups carpet the fields and yet, everyone’s spirits are still running high.…
On one of our Overlander get-togethers in Cartegena, Colombia’s first-ever ‘Overland Fest’ came into conversation. It was going to be held in Puerto Berrio about six weeks from then, why not all reunite and attend? After all, they were giving free tickets to foreigners. We all enthusiastically agreed and signed up. Little did we know…
When driving the Panamerican highway, many overlanders plan in a year. With us, it takes a tad bit longer- try three years longer- and that’s only halfway, and we’re not including Canada and Alaska either! Yes, the pandemic sure did slow us down, but once the height of it was over, we realised, this slower…
Panama- our final destination in Central America. We did indeed cross over the Costa Rica/Panama border with no drama at all. Those fears of being detained once again because of a lack of entry stamp in Abigail’s new passport were, let’s face it, irrational! And the procedure itself was the quickest and smoothest we’ve had…
With an action-packed tour of the country behind us it was time to make our way to Panama. We decided to take the Quetzal mountain pass again down to Uvita, stopping at a wonderful trout farm on the way. If fishing is new to you then this really is the place to be- grab yourself…
With our Swiss family, we had always had a bit of a reputation for being late. In fact, back in Switzerland, Richie’s sister, Nicole, would cleverly set her time to about an hour before schedule when inviting her brother for dinner! Well, you couldn’t really play the same game with flights, especially not with a punctual…
So, how did our Drone end up at a butchers in San Jose? Well, a friend of ours, Mar, used to work in Switzerland with Abigail. She is Costa Rican and she and her Swiss hubby, Fabio, moved back about five years ago to run their hostel in Uvita. As Uvita is a good three hours…